Adjustments

[fatrockstar]

Since I get to work and come home a little earlier now, Grady has transferred all of his I-been-alone-all-day neediness to me. He wants to talk to me (fine), rub my legs (fine), and sit on my lap (not fine). If I worked at the computer like Garret does, this would not be a problem, but I rarely type with my keyboard on my knees or with my chair reclined waaaay back. So I spent a few minutes today rubbing the attention whoring feline and letting him make up a space on my lap to sit in. He's so odd.

I don't know how well my diet is going to fare at this new job. One of the perks is all-you-can-eat crap. M&M's, candy bars, trail mix, potato chips, cereal, soda pop, juice... it's all there. You can't avoid it. It calls out to me.. I had to fight myself this evening to keep from grabbing a pack of M&M's -- it would have been my second pack today. I always get a bad sugar crash not too long after I eat these horrible things, so you'd think I know better. Nope.

I'm so tired from all the snacking. I really should treat myself better. God knows there's none of that snacky stuff at home, so it's no wonder I'd go crazy now. I should bring my own food for the day. I don't care if it comes across as unappreciative, I can't do a good job if I'm nodding off! Maybe I'll still eat there a few times a week, but I certainly can't afford to snack. Oy.

I'm really tired. Grady keeps sitting on me, like it's my duty to sit here and be sat upon. If I speak or sigh his ears go back and he gives me this look as if to say, "what on EARTH is THAT supposed to mean?" Dumb cat.

Comments

[waning-estrogen.livejournal.com]

bruce does that thing late at night, when he wants to go to bed. he'll whine and insist that if I won't go to bed and turn out the lights, then he MUST be in my lap. makes my back hurt to try and reach the keyboard like that.

[skwairpeg.livejournal.com]

Oliver does that too, he insists on climbing on me when I'm at the computer and forces me to make room for him in my lap.